I haven’t worn sneakers anywhere except the gym (with one hot-air-ballooning exception) for more than 20 years. Even when clambering around castle ruins, I prefer wearing cork wedges. Gym sneakers that look cute with bike shorts on the elliptical machine don’t work with my red lipstick and regular clothes. So I’ve been on the lookout for non-athletic-looking sneaker options, just in case I ever go hot-air ballooning again. I didn’t expect to find the silver-sequin sneakers of my dreams in Paris, but you never know what will turn up in the soldes. They were perfect for a sunset cruise last night in Mallorca — our last night of vacation.
You can call me Sneakers O’Brandes. Don’t try to catch me when I’m wearing these.